Schiaparelli's hats take wearing and daring. She makes high fur cuffs matching the trimming on suits. They are worn perilous far forward and to one side. Afternoon dresses are accompanied by creations made of folds of velvet or felt mounting like Spanish combs from the top of the head. The majority of her brimmed hats have folds sweeping up and forward like fins, Plenty of faces will be exposed to the light of the sun since most houses endorse the halo brim turning abruptly up from the forehead. Agnés's with all the lavish brilliance of which "the Lane" is capable, and takes us among dual castles, South American adventurers, gangsters, Hollywood stars, and any other surroundings that will yield exciting material, including a first-class railway smash. The box offices have already bought up £75,000 worth of seats. So there will be no Drury Lane pantomime this year A carol has been prophetically included among "Crest of the Wave's" songs, to give the necessary Christmas touch Miss Blanche Glave, who died this week at the age of 80, was the sore of woman about whom, and her family, Hugh Walpore or the late John Galsworthy, might have wziiten a soga. Her father had a droper's shop in Islington. Her mother and aunt, without consulting him. bought a shop in Oxford Street and laid the foundations of what became the big department store Henry Glave. To the management of this Blanche and her sister Florence succeeded and between them built up the business. Although their' fathers name was over the doors he never lost the Islington mind and was continually horrified at his daughters' recklessness, specially when they engaged two Parisian dress-designers at £1.000 a year each, Blanche went to Paris ever three months and spent enerous sums in buying models. Down till 1910 all the 100 assistants lived in, dined at a common table with Grandfather Glave carving for them and were on duty from 830 an: tu 8 pam. Saturdays included.
Blanche and her sister were usually the first in and the last out. Blanche was an extremely good-looking girl. Like Queen Elizabeth replying to her Parliament's urgency that she should marry, she might have said to her many suitors, "I marvel that ye have forgotten the pledge of this my wedlock and marriage with my kingdom." Her shop was all her life and it must have been a bitter grief when, a year ago, she said it in the hands of receivers.
Perhaps because with increasing years she had had to surrender the management to others.
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